Bad Decisions

Blood, spice, and everything nice

Kassie

My eyes cracked open slowly, blinking as a groan spilled from my lips. The light pooling in from the pulled back curtains was making my head pound with a vengeance.

I sat up with slow, careful movements, the blanket falling away. “f***k,” I said under my breath, my voice hoarse.

The night was a painful blur, and if the killer hangover was any indication, I had a wild night. A night that I couldn’t remember. The effort alone brought additional pounding behind my eyes. I rubbed my temples in an attempt to soothe the ache.

I could’ve stayed in bed all day, nursing the headache of the year, but my bladder would never allow that. I had to pee in the worst way.

With resignation, I threw off the covers completely and padded barefoot to the bathroom. Flicking on the light, I hissed. It was a mistake; I should’ve pissed in the dark. My temples throbbed angrily because of my current overwhelming sensitivity to light.

After I relieved my bladder, an odd thought occurred to me.

Am I not wearing panties?

Sure enough, I wasn’t. In fact, all I was wearing was a plain black t-shirt that fell down to my thighs. What the actual hell?

I barely could recall talking to a guy at the bar and I rolled my eyes at myself.

Please tell me I didn't.

I couldn’t remember what color shirt the nameless guy was wearing, or anything else for that matter. I lift the shirt to my nose, inhaling. I didn’t know what I was expecting by doing that, but definitely not what I picked up on. It had a citrusy smell that had my mouth instantaneously watering. It’s a scent that was not only delicious, but warm and comforting.

Familiar.

Sh.it.

It didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t.

Before leaving the bathroom, I cleaned up and washed my face, stopping as I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. On my neck were several red marks. f***k, it was a hickey, only hours old. Looking down at my bare legs, I saw a few more matching my neck. I sighed.

Hesitantly, I slipped out of the bathroom, turning the light off in the process and stopped just feet into the room.

I knew I would find a man in my bed. I wasn’t surprised. It had been a long time coming. It was only a matter of time before I found myself in a one-night situation. But in my bed wasn’t just a one night-stand, one I could kick out and act like nothing happened. It was fuc.king Micah.

And sh.it, I shouldn’t be surprised. I was wearing the evidence. His shirt, his scent, all clung to me like evidence of a crime. Our own personal dirty deed.

He laid there, his arm thrown over his face, protecting his eyes from the sun. He was bare chested, the blanket just fallen below his navel, covering up only his bottom half.

Of course, my first thought was of how completely sexy this man was, his muscular frame laid bare for me to admire. His tanned skin mirrored mine, little love bites and scratches littering his skin, already starting to fade to nothing. It was absolutely beautiful. He was absolutely beautiful. But my heart was pounding painfully in my chest, my anxiety gripping me. It didn’t allow me long to admire the man before me.

Oh, god, what have I done?!

I felt sick to my stomach. This wasn’t something I could ever undo. How could you undo a person? Why couldn’t I have some time traveling super power?

“For f***k’s sake!” I snapped aloud.

“Hey, you’re awake” he said, his voice husky, and damn him for even his voice being sexy. “How you feeling?”

My blood boiled at his nonchalance. “I don’t know, Micah. How am I feeling?” I hissed, throwing my hands around, hysterical. To say I didn’t handle my stress was an understatement.

“Don’t freak out, Kassandra,” he warned, a scowl marring that perfect fuc.king face.

“Don’t fuc.king freak out? This is me remaining calm, Micah. What the f***k happened last night?”

But truth be told, did I really want him to answer that question? After all, ignorance is bliss, right? If I really had s*x with him, that was one thing. But remembering would be something entirely different.

I rubbed my forehead, massaging the skin there with my fingers. “On second thought, maybe I don’t want to know…”

He winced as he sat up slowly. I wondered if it was because he was remembering the night before or because he had a splitting headache like I did.

“It’s not what you’re thinking.”

“No? So enlighten me, Micah.” I crossed my arms over my chest, staring down at him.

“I know what it looks like,” he said, slowly. “We didn’t have sex.”

He was avoiding my original question and that’s all I needed. We may not have had s*x, but it wasn’t nothing, either. He was beating around the bush, and that’s something he had never done with me before.

“So then what, Micah? We laid around and talked for hours? Hung out like old times?”

He pushed his hair back, his fingers slipping through his silky strands with ease, and let out a sigh.

“Well, no…”

I scoffed in response, just as the night before coming back to me, full force, leaving me winded.

Whatever last night was..it wasn’t nothing. It was so, so much more.

~~~

I had felt the white hot need claw at me like never before. I needed it, needed him. I was certain I would burn up and disintegrate if he didn’t satisfy my needs right then and there. So I made the first move. I kissed him with everything in me. All lips, tongue, and teeth. Wild and uninhibited.

And he must’ve felt that incessant desire eating at me because the next thing I knew, he had me off the ground, my legs wrapped around him. I didn’t register his legs were moving until he threw me on the bed as if I weighed nothing.

He looked down at me, his smoldering stare only making the ache worse. His eyes were pitch black, and while that scared most people, the underlying danger to Micah was incredibly exciting to me. I couldn’t help but taunt him, and when he promised to show me how much he wanted me, I let my legs fall apart.

“So show me then.” An invitation. A challenge...of which he gladly accepted.

He covered my body with his, his hips fitting snugly between mine. Within a second, his lips were back down on me. The world around us melted away as he kissed me. He thrusted his hips forward, pressing his hardness against the center of my aching need. I let out a moan into him, my eyes practically rolling back into my skull. I could feel how big he was, how hard he was for me. Warmth pooled between my legs.

His hand snuck its way under my shirt, his fingers digging into the bare flesh of my waist. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. So much more. The clothes between us started to irritate my skin, felt like a weight attempting to suffocate me. I needed to be naked, both of us.

I grabbed the hem of his shirt and started forcing it up his long frame. Breaking away from his lips, I demanded him to take it off, tugging at it as he scrambled to help.

And yeah, I stopped to take in his body. His muscles rippled under his smooth, unblemished skin, taking my air away. I ran my hands over his back and then his chest, loving how perfect the hard dips and ridges felt under my touch. When my palms ran over his nip.ples, he sucked in a breath. I couldn’t help but smirk at the sound. He was so damn reactive to me.

Impatient, he reached down and ripped my shirt, pulling it off and throwing it away. With a hiss, his eyes zeroed in on my chest as my nip.ples pebbled to the cool air of the room.

“No bra?”

“Don’t act so surprised.” What did he expect when I left in such a hurry? I pulled him back down to kiss me, greedy for his lips.

“I should kill that as.shole,” he muttered angrily in between kisses.

I couldn’t deny that his jealousy, his anger was such a turn-on. I jerked my hips against his erection, loving every inch of him that I could feel through the materials still sheathing us.

God, he needed to lose those pants. I needed him to f***k me hard and fast, completely ruthlessly. It was the only way to satiate the beast he awoke in me.

“That would be such a waste. He’s hot,” I told him, purposely trying to get a rise out of him.

He fell right into the trap. He was pissed. He leaned on an elbow, pulling back. He grinded against me as he moved and I couldn’t help but throw my head back into the mattress, releasing a breathy sigh.

“You might think he’s hot, but he would never make you feel this hot,” he growled. He moved his body off of me this time, placing himself next to me. I almost cried at the lack of his pressure until I felt his fingers diving under the edge of my panties.

And just like I predicted of Micah, he was a savage once he let loose. He didn’t hesitate, he inserted two large fingers in me, stretching me around him. I was already a moaning mess, writhing beneath him and he hadn’t even moved yet.

“He sure as hell didn’t make you this wet,” he whispered in my ear. “This is all me. f***k, Kass, so fuc.king wet for me.” He licked and nipped along the column of my neck, making his way down to my ti.ts. The scrape of his teeth against my nip.ple caused a gasp to rip out of me.

Goddamn, if I knew what magic his long fingers were, I would’ve ridden them ages ago. I bucked against him as his fingers plunged into me over and over again, his thumb drawing circles on my c**t. The sensation was too much and I couldn’t help but to sink my teeth into his shoulder, muffling my wanton moans. I couldn’t stop my fangs from elongating and breaking his skin. His blood pooled onto my tongue.

Sh.it. That wasn’t helping. Euphoria erupted in me, the pressure building quickly and I knew it wouldn’t be long before my orgasm would overtake me.

And it had only been five fuc.king minutes.

I was dancing on the edge, ready to tumble over when Micah pulled his fingers out of me and out of my pants.

“Mic,” I whined.

He looked down at me with a wicked glint in his eyes, one I had never seen before. He abruptly stood up.

“Relax, babe,” he said, huskily as he grabbed the waist of my pants and pulled them down and off in one swift motion. He got on his knees in front of the bed where I was sprawled out, pulling me closer to the edge.

He started kissing and biting his way up my thighs, the start of his five o’clock shadow scraping my sensitive skin in the most delicious way. My body broke out with goosebumps.

“I’ve been feeling your desire,” he said in between his feather light kisses, teasing his way up my body. “You’ve been killing me, K.”

“W-What?” I panted. I hadn’t realized I had been that obvious. I thought I had kept it sealed up tight. But I guess nothing is unknown to a man who can feel every emotion coursing through me.

My breath caught and I threw my head back when he brushed his lips against the lower lips of my pus.sy. He moved upwards with his tongue to the over-sensitive bundles of nerves.

“It’s alright. I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers, his voice vibrating against me as he continues his assault.

If Micah could do magic with his fingers, he was a freakin’ expert magician with his tongue. I wasn’t going to even think about how he got that talented. All I was worried about was climbing the high that came quicker than I could anticipate. It wasn't long before my whole body was shaking from the force of my orgasm ripping through me. My lips parted to let out a little scream of ecstasy.

But perhaps I forgot the game we were playing. Micah was a man on a mission, ruthless as he continued to attack my pus.sy with his tongue, his eyes staring up at me, peering into my fuc.king soul. He didn’t stop even as I tugged on his hair. But somewhere along the line, I stopped trying to tug him, and started pulling him closer, begging for more.

He continued to stare at me as that build up continued. When he screwed a finger into me, my pants became more labored. I reached down, digging my nails into his flesh, the smell of his blood filling the air. I grinded against his face wildly. He inserted another finger at the same time that he took my c**t between his teeth, and I was a goner. A scream ripped from my throat, and I brought my arm to my mouth, biting down painfully. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.

Micah slowed down, but didn’t stop. I couldn’t do it again. I needed more. I wanted to taste him.

Even as he continued against my sensitive bundle of nerves, I could feel myself getting dragged in all over again. I knew he was feeding me his desire, whether he realized it or not. If I didn’t stop him, I didn’t know how many more times he would make me come unraveled under his expert tongue.

“Micah. Stop,” I said, trying not to whimper.

He looked up at me, those dark eyes swirling with need. I knew he was tempted to keep going. He wanted to break me, ruin me, show me I belonged to him, under him. But I wanted to prove to him the exact same thing. I pulled on his hair once more, more roughly, urging him up onto the bed.

“What’s wrong, Kassandra?” His voice was velvety smooth and oh-so deep and I couldn’t help but bite my lip.

I pushed him down on his back, shimmying my way down him and started fumbling with his belt.

“Did you think you'd get to have all the fun?” I gave him my own kisses and bites down the front of him. It was rough and hot and he loved it, groaning under me as I lapped up the blood from his broken skin. My hand took a detour over his impressive bulge, still clothed in front of me, reveling in his size. “I need to taste you.”

I needed to give him a better hands-on demonstration—pun intended—of how much he truly belonged to me. I knew once I had my mouth around his co.ck, he would be at my mercy. I would win. I continued to stroke him, teasing him.

“f***k, Kassie, only you know how to drive me nuts.”

I bit my lip, staring at him under thick lashes, giving him ‘f**k-me’ eyes.

But that’s where things went south. Micah caught on instantly. “Kass?”

Oh, god, not now.

Abruptly, I was hit with a heavy sense of dizziness and nausea. It was a miracle that I was able to jerk to my feet and rush to the bathroom just in time to yak my guts out.

Micah was right behind me, swiping my hair out of my face, holding it at the nape of my neck. When I was done, he scooped me into his arms and sat me in the bathtub, running the shower overhead.

It wasn’t the first time he had to take care of me when I was sick. I didn’t get sick often, but when I did, he was there, lending endless support.

He left me to clean myself up, and when he came back he was only in a pair of gray sweatpants. He helped me dry off before pulling his shirt over my head. Bringing me back to the bed, I settled in and he pulled the covers over me. He turned and I grabbed him, stopping him. I looked up at him, as I was trying to blink back tears of embarrassment and frustration.

“Please don’t go. I’m sorry. I—”

He crawled in next to me, pulling me to his chest and brushing my wet hair behind my ear. “You don’t have to ask, Kass. I’ll stay. Don’t worry.”

I snuggled into his chest and cried some more. f***k, I did not know what was wrong with me.

“Kassie, baby, why are you crying?”

With a small sniffle, I mumbled into his bare chest, “I just really wanted to f***k you.”